Today’s construction work has chased them all away, but usually, there’s a bunch of those small, urban brown birds who hang out in the trees and on balconies chattering to each other. I’m not sure what kind of birds they are – think they’re tits, but they don’t seem big enough to be tits. That’s okay, I prefer small tits.
There’s some crows, but they hang out by the street, tracking future roadkill. A few months a go, a pair of raptors circled overhead, and the local crows were harassing them and squawking at them in a territorial manner. But I don’t think the hawks even noticed.
Every so often, a flock of seagulls will fly overhead and shit all over everything.